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Friday, February 3, 2012

Sepia Saturday: Fritz

Sepia Saturday challenges bloggers to share family history through old photographs.

This week's Sepia Saturday theme is dogs. Wouldn’t I be the champ if I had a picture to prove that at age what? 2? 3? 4? I lined the neighborhood dogs up on the porch steps and taught school.The dogs looked forward to it.Really, they did.You should have seen the looks on their faces.

But since there is no record of that marvelous feat, I offer you the story of Fritz, my mother’s childhood pet.

Uncle "Renza" Davis with Mary Eleanor
and Orvin Davis Jr. with Fritz

Fritz was the son of a circus dog.My grandparents got Fritz when the circus came to town.I guess Ma Fritz felt the circus life was no way to raise a pup.

Fritz lived a long time, long enough to become a nuisance by biting people on the ankle.One day when Grandma was working in the Davis Store, (you can read about the store HERE ) Effie Helton came in.Effie was a BIG woman who played for the men’s baseball team.Fritz bit her ankle and Effie returned fire with a swift kick.Grandma then kicked Effie out of the store. "Love me, love my dog."

Wendy, Fritz sounds like quite a character. I love your story about teaching school to the neighborhood dogs, that is so sweet.

When I was growing up our family was friends with the Noon family. They had a weiner dog named Fritz. Their Fritz was a hypochondriac. He would run into a parked car, roll over on his back with his feet in the air and play dead. It was the silliest thing to watch.

I love the idea about lining up all the dogs and teaching them lessons. I remember many many years ago when I was teaching in a Primary School inviting all my class to bring their pets to school one day : it was, as you would imagine, chaos.

Ahhh, an ankle biter, having had one I understand - they are fear biters. It's their version of "I'll get you before you get me." He sounds like quite a little character. I had to laugh though, I wonder how they had any customers at the store.

I am surrounded by dogs as I have two large ones of my own and all of my nearby neighbors have them, too. The only one that scares me is the tiniest of the lot, who growls ferociously and has menace in his eyes. I wouldn't dream of kicking him. In the first place, I'll never let myself get that close.

Our dogs are like our children: even when they do wrong, we love them and protect them.

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My name is Wendy. About twenty years ago, I helped my mother research the Jolletts. Since retiring from teaching, I have expanded my research which I share here. When I’m not looking for my own family, I index for FamilySearch and the Greene County Historical Society.
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